Page 71 of Nanny for the Bikers

“Come for us, gorgeous,” someone coaxes gruffly. “Let go.”

One more thrust of fingers, one more pull on my nipple, and I shatter.

The world explodes in a kaleidoscope of colors behind my eyelids, stars bursting across the inky blackness. I cry out, my whole body convulsing as wave after wave of bliss wash over me.

But they don’t stop. Merciless, relentless, they keep tormenting my sensitive areas, refusing to let me catch my breath. Lips suck harder on my nipple while two fingers replace the one inside me, stretching me deliciously. The mouth on my clit sucks harder, flicking and circling, and I’m certain I’ll split apart at the seams.

A searing kiss steals my air, lips crashing against mine with wild abandon. Teeth nip my lower lip, and my hips buck uncontrollably. I can’t even form words, my cries muffled by the demanding kiss.

I tighten up, my body quivering uncontrollably as another intense orgasm crashes over me. One of the men lets out a deep, guttural groan of satisfaction. Even through the haze of pleasure, I can sense their hunger, their insatiable desire.

“That’s it baby, come for us again,” Teller growls, his breath hot against my neck.

Fingers plunge deeper inside me, working in tandem with the relentless tongue flicking over my sensitive nub. My back arches off the bed as I’m pushed over the edge once more, crying out wordlessly. It’s almost too much, the sensations overwhelming every nerve ending.

Clay’s large hands grip my hips, holding me in place. “We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

And they’re not. Oh god, they’re not. They push me to climax again, and again, until I’ve lost count, until I’m trembling and weak, sweat-slicked skin sliding against the sheets. My mind is hazy, thoughts scattering. There’s only the pulsing ache between my thighs and their hands, their mouths, taking me apart piece by piece.

Kip’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to send sparks down my spine. “You’re so gorgeous like this, Ayla. So responsive. We could do this all night.”

All night? I don’t know if I can take any more. My body is spent, wrung out from the force of my orgasms. But still they stroke, caress, tease, stoking the embers of my desire. I’m lost to the rhythm they set, my pleasure building once again as they work me over so thoroughly, so completely.

“Please,” I gasp, unsure if I’m begging for more or for mercy. “I can’t...”

“Shh,” Clay soothes.

My breath comes in ragged pants as the intensity ebbs, leaving behind a pleasant, full-bodied ache. Kip’s voice reaches my ears,low and intimate. “Are you ever going to run like that again, sweetheart?”

I shake my head weakly, licking my dry lips. “No, I won’t.”

“Promise us,” there’s a squeeze on my thigh.

“I promise.”

“Good girl,” Teller rumbles, pressing a tender kiss to my temple. “We need you here, with us. Always.”

The sincerity in his words wraps around my heart and I nod, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. They care deeply. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

I feel hands at my ankles, undoing the restraints with gentle efficiency. The brush of fingers against over sensitive skin sends a shiver through me. Then those hands are gripping my hips, thumbs tracing circles over the jut of bone.

“One more, baby,” Clay coaxes as he notches himself at my entrance. “Can you handle it?”

One of them sinks into me slowly, inch by delicious inch, filling me so completely that I see stars. A broken moan spills from my throat. I’m exhausted, wrung out, but somehow my body responds, fluttering weakly around his length.

“That’s it, just like that,” he praises, starting a leisurely pace that drags across all the right spots inside me. “You’re perfect, Ayla. So perfect for us.”

His words wash over me like a caress as he moves, stoking the embers of my desire impossibly higher. Each thrust is deep and purposeful, seeking my pleasure even as he chases his own. Mynails scrabble against his shoulders, needing an anchor against the onslaught of sensation.

I feel the smooth heat of an erect penis press insistently against my lips. Instinctively, I part them, welcoming the hard length into the warmth of my mouth. The heady taste of aroused male floods my senses as I swirl my tongue around the broad head, laving the sensitive underside.

A low groan reaches my ears. “Fuck, Ayla, just like that...”

Spurred on by the praise, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks to create an exquisite suction. My head bobs in a steady rhythm, base to tip and back again, as I lose myself in the act of giving pleasure. Strong fingers thread through my hair, not pushing or demanding, but gently guiding my movements.

Another hard shaft brushes my cheek and I reach for it blindly, wrapping my fingers around the thick base. The dual sensations send a thrum of feminine power rushing through my veins. I stroke in tandem with the slide of my mouth, reveling in every twitch and pulse against my palm, every barely restrained thrust between my lips.

I’m engulfed on all sides - a dick fucking me deep, one stretching my lips wide, another heavy and hot in my palm. Intoxicating male scents swirl in my nose. Saliva drips down my chin as I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks. My hand flies faster over the third shaft.

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